MD-Chapter 309 Refusal

"His plan, your purpose..." Upon hearing this, Arthur let out an exasperated sigh. "You Supervillains never take a day off, do you? Even superheroes need a break sometimes. You know what the real injustice in the world is?"

"And what would that be?" The man asked curiously.

Arthur smirked. "Every profession has holidays— except for Superheroes and Supervillains. We're stuck on a 24/7 schedule. Superheroes want some downtime, but you guys just won't allow it. So how about this— we set up a summit between the Superhero alliance and the Supervillain syndicate, hash out a deal, and establish official days off. Maybe two days a week? No evil schemes, no heroic interventions. Just staying home, spending time with loved ones— maybe even a friendly sparring match to keep the edge. What do you think?"

"You know, that doesn't sound like something a hero should say." The man shook his head, feigning disappointment. "Besides, I don't know any other Supervillains personally. Maybe you could introduce me to a few? We could start a professional network—'The League of Distinguished Villainy.' Has a nice ring to it."

Arthur chuckled. "You're full of surprises for someone your age. Unfortunately, the Supervillains I know are either behind bars or six feet under. But hey, I could send you in to meet them. I'm sure you'd have plenty to talk about."

The man's smirk faded. His expression remained neutral, but his eyes darkened with menace.

Arthur, on the other hand, grew even more relaxed. He leaned back, tapping his fingers rhythmically against his knee.

"I'll give you one chance," The man finally spoke. "Join me. Let's wipe this pathetic world clean."

Arthur exhaled slowly. "Funny thing, this 'pathetic' world— it's got people I care about. Friends. Allies. People who'd risk everything for me, and I for them. You're a little late. If you'd made this offer back when I was lost, maybe I would've said yes."

"So this is a refusal?"

"You got it in one. This is a refusal."

"No one refuses me." The man extended a hand. "Unless they're dead."

The light around Arthur dimmed instantly, vanishing as though consumed. In a heartbeat, everything around him was swallowed in total darkness.

And yet, the wind still moved.

"An illusion?" Arthur wondered but dismissed the thought just as quickly. "No— something's absorbing the light!"

Before he could react, danger flared behind him.

In an instant, his form flickered and reappeared on the rooftop. Sunlight hit his face, sharp and overwhelming. "Damn, that's bright."

He stomped hard, shattering the roof beneath him and exposing the darkness below.

A bolt of lightning surged toward him. He dodged just in time, watching as the electric arcs intertwined into a dazzling web.

Without hesitation, Arthur pulled five grenades from his belt and tossed them into the room.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions rocked the entire manor.

From all sides, armed mercenaries rushed in, raising their rifles the moment they spotted Arthur hovering mid-air.

Gunfire erupted.

Arthur unfurled his wings for protection, but before he could counterattack, an immense force slammed into him from all directions.

"What the hell—?"

The unseen force yanked him downward, slamming his body into the ground, half-burying him in the dirt.

The man approached, both hands adorned with ornate rings, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "You really should've accepted my offer."

He raised his hand, crackling with electricity, and thrust it downward toward Arthur's head.

But his strike met empty air.

A massive sword cleaved toward him, but with a sudden shift in the wind, he slipped away, his body flowing like a phantom.

"Spatial Manipulation?" He mused, eyes gleaming. "Now that's interesting."

Arthur twirled his sword and planted it into the ground, smirking. "You're not too bad yourself. More impressive than I expected. Well— almost."

The man chuckled.

Then he vanished.

"Oh, come on—" Arthur's instincts flared just in time to catch the incoming fist.

Slap!

Blocking with his forearm, he swung his sword in a counterattack, aiming for the man's head.

But the wind itself shifted.

The villain seized a gust of air as though it were solid steel, shaping it into a blade and parrying Arthur's strike. Then, with a sudden burst of force, he kicked Arthur square in the chest.

Arthur flew backward. Before he could regain control, gunfire rained down from behind.

A massive shadow loomed above him.

With a thunderous impact, a three-meter-tall brute landed, catching Arthur in mid-air. The bullets bounced harmlessly off its thick hide like pebbles against steel.

"ROAR!"

The brute bellowed, slamming its fists into the ground, and hurling chunks of debris toward the mercenaries.

The shattered stone whistled through the air, cutting down enemy soldiers in an instant.

Meanwhile, the man surged forward, molding twin currents of wind into razor-sharp blades.

Arthur switched weapons, dual blades flashing as he met the attack head-on. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed.

The villain moved unnaturally fast as if the wind itself carried him. His attacks were erratic, and unpredictable— unlike anything Arthur had faced before.

Then, a sudden wave of heat washed over them.

Flames erupted, engulfing the battlefield in an inferno.

Arthur's form blinked out of existence, but charging through the fire came the brute, undeterred by the searing heat. It barreled toward the villain with unstoppable force.

The sheer impact was too much— even with the power of the Ten Rings, the man couldn't withstand the charge. He was sent flying, vanishing into the burning wreckage.

(End of Chapter)

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